Upon hearing this, the room erupted in whispers, with many asking who Xiao Yao was.
After all, he belongs to the previous generation, and many people have forgotten his existence over the years.
However, many people still remember that while staring at the drunkard with suspicion, they told their colleagues how amazing the sword immortal was back then.
Sang Hong looked at Zu An in surprise, thinking to himself, "Even I can't tell this person's background, so how come he saw through it at a glance?"
Oh, if only my great-grandmother were my son.
Well, it's impossible for me to be a son now, but I still have a chance to be the father of my grandson.
Gao Ying and Pei You were too young to be familiar with Xiao Yao's name. They were still immersed in the scene of him easily catching a sword with a wine glass, thinking that their elder brother was indeed their elder brother. When would they be able to perform such a feat in front of others as their elder brother had just done?
At this moment, the drunkard also looked somewhat surprised, clearly not expecting that someone would recognize him. It was as if he had been reminded of his past memories, and he fell into a strange silence. After a long while, he said, "The former sword immortal Xiao Yao is long dead. What remains is just a useless drunkard."
Upon hearing his words, everyone present immediately realized that he had tacitly acknowledged his identity, and an uproar erupted.
The third disciple of the chief priest, even disregarding his past achievements, is a figure whose very status is enough to command respect.
A group of people hurriedly greeted him, but he was just drinking and ignored them completely.
The others' expressions immediately darkened, thinking, "What makes you so arrogant? No wonder you perished back then."
Seeing the awkward atmosphere, Xu Yu quickly stepped in to smooth things over: "Brother Xiao is not good at socializing, please forgive him..."
His interruption eased the atmosphere in the room somewhat.
After failing to get a response from Xiao Yao, the conversation quickly returned to Zu An.
Unlike the polite compliments just now, this time everyone was being sincere. After all, to have such cultivation at such a young age is truly an undeniable talent.
Barring any unforeseen circumstances, he will undoubtedly be the star of the empire in the future.
No family influence?
What does it matter? Such a person can build a glorious family on his own.
Especially after they learned that he was already a viscount, everyone looked at him with even greater eagerness.
Some people even asked him if he was married, wanting to introduce their daughters to him.
This made Sang Hong furious, and he fiercely defended himself, blocking all those people away.
"I've heard that Lord Zu is not only highly skilled in cultivation, but also possesses unparalleled poetic talent, earning him the reputation of a 'Poet Immortal.' He once composed several masterpieces in the capital, which are still sung in many places in Yunzhong County. Why don't you compose a poem today and let us see it?" At this moment, someone took a different approach, finding another angle to flatter him.
Actually, some people had investigated the intelligence of the mission members before and knew that Zaun was proficient in poetry, but at that time no one regarded him as a major figure, so naturally no one cared about poetry.
But now that he's become so popular, it's a completely different story; everyone's a poetry enthusiast now.
Zu An smiled without saying a word, easily seeing through their intentions. Just as he was about to refuse, Sang Hong said with a smile, "Zu An, since everyone is so kind, why don't you sing a song?"
At the same time, he secretly transmitted his voice and said, "Aunt, it will also be beneficial to our investigation by spreading our reputation. We are new here, and many people in Yunzhong County are definitely watching us. The more famous you are, the more confidence people will have in the imperial envoy. More local officials will unconsciously lean towards us. That's the power."
Zu An was somewhat helpless, but he trusted Sang Hong's judgment on the routines of officialdom. He was pondering what poem would be appropriate when his gaze suddenly fell on Xiao Yao, who was drinking from a gourd of wine not far away, and his eyes lit up:
"Perfect timing, I just had a sudden inspiration."
Upon hearing this, everyone sat up straight, curious about what kind of poem he would compose.
Gao Ying hurriedly told her maid to fetch paper and pen. Pei You thought, "Here we go again?" He immediately told the servant next to him to fetch a set as well.
In the past, he was always the one grinding the ink and so on, which always felt a bit unsavory. This time, even if the characters are a little ugly, he still wants to leave behind a piece of calligraphy.
Sang Hong stroked his beard, his eyes gleaming, and he had already begun to think of a title for it.
As a high-ranking official in the imperial court, his motivation to leave a mark on history was stronger than that of others.
Unfortunately, before anyone was ready to use it, Zuan had already spoken:
"Riding the wind on my sword, I vanquish demons across the land. With wine, I revel in carefree joy; without wine, I am still unrestrained. One drink empties rivers and lakes; another swallows the sun and moon. A thousand cups cannot make me drunk; I am the Wine Sword Immortal."
Upon hearing this, everyone's gaze turned to Xiao Yao. Even Xiao Yao himself couldn't help but put down his wine jug and stand there, clearly deeply moved.
"Wonderful!" Everyone clapped and praised, this poem was a perfect description of Xiao Yao.
The key point is that it also mentions Xiao Yao's name (Xiaoyao), and the Drunken Sword Immortal is more suitable for him now than the previous Sword Immortal, as if it were tailor-made for him.
The people from the Governor's Mansion glanced at Xiao Yao, feeling a pang of envy. They thought to themselves, "This cultured man is truly amazing. He's clearly a drunkard, but his words have made him seem to have elevated drinking to a whole new level."
Sang Hong stared at Zu An, thinking that naming someone was too childish. When would he ask Zu An to write a poem for him? Zu An wrote a poem for Xiao Yao, who was an outsider, and Sang Hong had even given him his daughter. It would be reasonable for him to ask Zu An for a poem.
Everyone thought Xiao Yao would be grateful, but instead, he seemed lost in confusion and bewilderment, muttering to himself, "Riding the wind on my sword, vanquishing demons across the land... vanquishing demons across the land, but what is a human, and what is a demon..."
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